Season Of Gold

As golden tresses feather through,

And settle on the ground as soft as dew,

The day dawns bright and full of cheer, 

And from the copper coloured foliage the sunlight peers.

With the leaves drifting down in twos and threes, 

Rustling and settling down in the evening breeze, 

The days are short and the nights long and clear,

Towards star gazing and warm apple cider, it all endears.

The world is decked in yellows and reds,

A dusty pink carpet floats on the riverbed.

The fall season is a sight to behold, 

It’s one last burst of colour before the white monochromatic cold.

The Year is in its ‘autumn’ of life,

With a final blast of energy, it brings out colours rife.

A smile plays on an autumnal day softy,

As it knows, the days ahead are wintry and frosty.